Grudge on who liste, this ys my lott

Grudge on who liste, this ys my lott
No thing to want if it ware not
My yeris be yong even as ye see,
All thinges therto doeth well agre,
Yn faithe, in face, in eche degre
Nothing doth want as semith me,
If yt ware not.
Som men dothe say that frendes be skarce.
But I have founde as in this cace
A frend wiche gyveth to no man place,
But makis me happiest that ever was,
If it ware not.
Grudge on who list this is my lot
No thing to want if yt ware not.
A hart I have besidis all this,
That hath my herte and I have his ;
If he doeth well yt is my blis.
And when we mete no lak ther is
If it want not.
Priated for the first time.
If he can finde that can me please,
A thinckes he dois his owne hertes ease ;
And likewise I could well apease
The chef est cause of his misease,
If it ware not.
Grudge on who list this is my lot
No thing to want if it ware not.
A master oke God hath me sente
To have my will, is hollye lente
To serve and love, for the entente
That bothe, we myght be well contente,
If it ware not.
And here an end, it doeth suffise
To speke fewe wordes among the wise ;
Yet take this note before your eyes :
My mirth shulde double ons or twise
If it ware not.
Grudge on who list, this is my lot
No thing to want if it ware not.